Though the times are getting wicked I'm olderI got a chip on my shoulderTrue players always maintaining, I'm different I told yaDon't want to be just a commodityI'm smarter GThis is my life, and my soul not just a job to meIt's the truest part of meFans now mobbing meFake friends acting like I just won the lotteryBack then I guess it was hard to seeThe real paradoxWhat an artist seeIt's like that sayingBe careful what you pray for you might get it Of course it's all about winning and money but how far will we let itTaken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'emRain one day sunshine the nextHaters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexedWhat's next accounted by the pressMad stress on my chest Of course I know that I'm blessed but here's the testOn "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best

[Chorus]Sacrifice don't give up the fight, everything will be all right on any given SundayThe harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fallDepends on you if you win or lose, you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on MondayStrive to achieve and die for what you believe

On the battlefields left abandonedOne man standingTo me the ball was handedTaken shots and left stranded,No defensive they tackle meEvery blow brings back a memoryLearning lessons from my injuryIt's killing me Cause at first they wasn't feeling meNever given a chance to show my true abilityToo many pressures trying to play me outPut me positions that's sure to lay me outNo doubt

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Playing on a field of hard timesThese struggles are like the yardlines that I gain fromNowhere is where I came fromFrom day one, I knew the game and how to play runBut never knew the price of fame would weigh tonsNow I learn from self when pain comesAnd walk when they say runFame can be as painful asDeath of patronYoung black, giftedBut I'm rapped in myselfBroke many tackles but I'm trapped in myselfSee what happens with wealthAt times you can lose yourselfDuring the sunniest of days many superstars fellFrom cotton to football fieldsYou know how they play brothersAs long as we play well they love usI know that on Any Given SundayThis can be taken from meBut it all comes down to is moneyI know that on Any Given Sunday This can be taken from me But it all comes down to is money why'all